Chapter 66

Under the moonlight.

Zhao Yun limped, one hand holding his old waist, the other wiping his nosebleed.

"Such a formidable physique."

"Such a domineering brute strength."

All along the way, he winced and clicked his tongue. He had truly underestimated the foundation of the daydreamer. Without using his true essence, he was already so strong. If he used his true essence, Zhao Yun would have no chance of winning.

Unless, he used an explosive talisman to blow him up.

How to say it! One stack down, and it would be a sure thing.

"Master."

Yang Dawu and Er came out, supporting him on either side.

"Be gentle."

Back at the barracks, when he saw the daydreamer again, he felt pain all over his body. This little girl, her moves were really damn harsh! She almost crippled him.

"Give me the money." The daydreamer extended her small hand.

"Fair bet, fair play." Zhao Yun took out a gold ingot, but secretly observed. The little money lover must have special bloodline, but from the outside, there was nothing extraordinary. Yet, her explosive power was overwhelmingly unimaginable.

They were both of special bloodlines.

This little girl was far more impressive than the little fat boy.

It was just unknown how she compared to Youlan.

Thinking of Youlan, he felt uneasy all over. That woman, after going berserk, could fly. Her true essence was not only vast but also fierce, comparable to the daydreamer. Naturally, it was a battle of bloodlines.

"Do you still want to fight?"

The little girl hugged the gold ingot and laughed.

"Go to bed and wash up!"

Zhao Yun coughed up a mouthful of old blood and walked away, leaning on the wall. Fight? Fight your sister! Another fight and he would be dead. What kind of monster was this, did she have some kind of cheat code!

Before leaving, he glanced at the old man in the hemp robe.

That old man was just standing there with his hands in his sleeves, smiling. It made Zhao Yun's hands itch.

Comfortable.

The old man in the hemp robe didn't say a word, but his demeanor clearly conveyed this feeling. As long as Zhao Yun was in trouble, he felt inexplicably refreshed.

The fact proved that the daydreamer had a lot of face.

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the word "convinced" was clearly written on his face. Fighting the daydreamer, one couldn't just rely on brute force. That little money lover, at the eighth realm, was likely capable of matching the Xuan Yang realm.

"Do you want to fight?"

Below, the daydreamer's big eyes twinkled as she looked around the courtyard.

"The night is quite nice tonight."

Everyone in the courtyard pretended not to hear. Even the most reckless and fierce were timid without any warning, let alone the others. No one could withstand the daydreamer's fists. She was clearly not an ordinary martial cultivator. Fighting her meant being prepared for paralysis. Zhao Yun was a bloody example.

Hehehe!

The daydreamer ran off, hugging the gold ingot, delightedly skipping along.

She was indeed a little money lover.

The people in the barracks deeply felt this. That little girl, except for eating and sleeping, spent most of her time counting money, over and over again.

That night, Zhao Yun suffered greatly.

Heaven knows how many tendons and bones were broken.

Fortunately, he had the Bone Washing and Sinew Changing Classic.

After a night of cultivation, he was lively and energetic by morning.

Lu Mang and the others were surprised when they saw him.

They already knew Zhao Yun could cultivate and was quite strong. Yesterday, he was so badly injured, yet he recovered so quickly. Such a rapid recovery was truly astonishing.

"Xiao Wu."

"Master."

"Buy me a map, the bigger the better." Zhao Yun said. To this day, he still didn't know which mountain was marked on the Lone Wolf's treasure map. Without a route, only a terrain map, he needed to find a map to compare.

"Got it!"

Wu Er was quite diligent, took the silver, and ran off.

After he left, Zhao Yun began to dance with his sword.

His movements were graceful, his sword techniques exquisite, and his sword qi radiated, slicing the leaves into halves, each cut precise and neat.

Creak!

The old man in the hemp robe had come out of his room and was leaning on the railing, looking down.

Zhao Yun was using the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique.

This technique was what he had previously passed on to Zhao Yun, or rather, lost to Zhao Yun. With such a thick stack of explosive talismans, who wouldn't be intimidated!

He was also too careless.

In just a few days, Zhao Yun had comprehended the sword technique so thoroughly that even he was amazed. The disciple of a senior was indeed gifted.

Eh?

The daydreamer also came out of her room, perhaps still half-asleep, rubbing her eyes. Seeing Zhao Yun lively and energetic, she was surprised. So he recovered so quickly?

Indeed, he was extraordinary.

The little girl thought to herself, at least his recovery was top-notch.

And his movements were very profound.

"Defeat him, and I'll give you a gold ingot." The old man in the hemp robe smiled.

Gold ingot?

Hearing these two words, the little girl instantly woke up and leaped out.

The old man in the hemp robe reached out and pulled her back.

Then, he saw a talisman stuck to her back. This talisman was peculiar, capable of sealing her cultivation. The eighth-realm daydreamer instantly became a first-realm cultivator.

This way, it would be fair to fight Zhao Yun!

An eighth-realm fighting a first-realm, Zhao Yun would lose badly.

In the end, he wanted to see a fight between equals.

He also wanted to see who was stronger at the same level, Zhao Yun or the little money lover.

Clang!

The daydreamer didn't care, picked up her sword, and leaped down from the second floor. Without a word, she attacked. It was clear that Zhao Yun was using the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique.

"Come on."

Zhao Yun laughed loudly. Having someone to practice with was exactly what he wanted.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of swords clashing was pleasant, sparks flying. Both were using swords and were at the same cultivation level, making it a match of sword techniques.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Zhao Yun's movements were ethereal, like the wind, and his sword technique was flawless.

The little money lover was no slouch either.

Her sword technique seemed even more profound, combined with her light and agile movements, like a tiger with wings. The sword shadows were like her afterimages, sometimes dispersing, sometimes overlapping.

"Excellent sword technique."

Zhao Yun couldn't help but exclaim. The little money lover not only had a formidable physique and domineering brute strength but also superb sword skills. A descendant of a great clan was indeed extraordinary. His proud sword technique was being restrained at every turn in the match.

"You can't win her with the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique."

The old man in the hemp robe said leisurely, clearly to Zhao Yun.

These words had deeper meaning, suggesting that he could try other techniques, like the secret arts taught by his master, to give the old man a glimpse.

Zhao Yun understood his intentions.

He just wanted to trace the origin of his techniques to deduce his master's identity. This was the true purpose of the old man in the hemp robe.

As for who won or lost, the old man didn't care.

Zhao Yun ignored him. Besides the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique, he indeed knew other sword techniques, passed down in his Zhao family, but they were far inferior to the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique. If he couldn't win with the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique, he certainly couldn't win with his family's sword techniques.

He wanted to use what his master taught him.

The problem was that before the Moon Goddess fell into a deep sleep, she hadn't taught him any sword techniques.

However, he might not lose.

Sword techniques were dead, but people were alive. The Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique was being restrained, but after some changes, it was hard to say. It was just a matter of countering each move!

Clang!

The sword cry was piercing. His sword techniques were quite remarkable, each move seemed to have more variations, gradually deviating from the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique.

"Outstanding!"

The old man in the hemp robe murmured. As an observer and a Dizang realm cultivator, his vision was extremely high. He could clearly see that Zhao Yun's adaptability was astonishing, even making him feel ashamed. The sword light seemed to flash with the essence of the sword path.

Saying he was outstanding was an understatement. He was a prodigy with monstrous talent.

Countering each move, with countless variations, his sword technique was naturally profound and mysterious, combined with his unique movements, making the old man's eyes dazzled.

"Such a strange kid."

The little money lover muttered. She was the one restraining the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique, but now her moves were being dismantled by Zhao Yun, losing her advantage.

As they fought, Zhao Yun used even more unconventional tactics.

In the middle of the duel, he closed his eyes, comprehending the sword while fighting, defending and attacking with perfect order, and his moves became even more exquisite.

"This...?"

The old man in the hemp robe straightened up, hands in his sleeves. In his eyes, the young master of the Zhao family was not just a prodigy but a genius. Fighting the little money lover, he could still divide his attention, each of Zhao Yun's moves was perfectly executed, each move was dismantled without a trace, and his attacks were all unconventional. Even the formidable daydreamer was flustered, often caught off guard.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant."

Zhao Yun smiled slightly, his comprehension of the sword elevated his state of mind. It was as if he and the sword were one, the sword was him, and the sword essence he obtained was truly profound and boundless.

The legendary oneness of man and sword?

Zhao Yun murmured, seemingly forgetting the duel, no longer confined to sword techniques.

"What a freak."

The little money lover's eyes were strange. The initial restraint had turned into a continuous defeat. This first-realm true spirit kid, how did he get stronger the more they fought?

"Strength meets strength." The old man in the hemp robe sighed.

Talent! It was truly a good thing.

Zhao Yun's fighting spirit and adaptability far exceeded his expectations. At just the first true spirit realm, he had such responsiveness, already possessing the wisdom of a strong person.

Clang! Clang!

As Zhao Yun opened his eyes, his attacks became more fierce, the sword carrying thunder and lightning, the sword cry and thunder mingling, the sword technique and sword essence dancing. What seemed like an ordinary sword was actually unpredictable, and the little money lover showed a look of shock.

She was continuously defeated.

Not because her sword technique was not exquisite, but because the opponent was too monstrous. She, on the other hand, was rigid, each move being broken, each sword falling to a lower level.

Clang!

One clash, and the daydreamer retreated.

Clang!

Zhao Yun was aggressive, his body like a startled swan, fast to the point of being invisible. The thunder enhanced the wind, the wind enhanced the thunder, the sword tip piercing the air with overwhelming power.

The little money lover frowned.

This sword, she seemed unable to block. The sword's power was too strong, so strong that her mind momentarily wavered, as if she could no longer see Zhao Yun, only a blinding sword light and an intangible sword essence that made her body inexplicably ache.

The old man in the hemp robe also frowned.

Zhao Yun's sword was clearly a killing move, with extraordinary power. The little money lover had lost her mental focus. In this situation, if she didn't react, and if Zhao Yun couldn't control it, he might really kill the daydreamer with one sword. It was no joke.

Clang!

The sword cry was piercing. When the sword tip was just an inch from the daydreamer's forehead, Zhao Yun's sword stopped, the sword light and sword essence instantly disappearing.

He had reined in his sword.

The daydreamer's face was quite pale, and it was fortunate that Zhao Yun had stopped.

"The old man still underestimated you."

The old man in the hemp robe clicked his tongue. Such strong sword power and sword essence, and the kid could still control it, and with such precision. If not for his profound understanding of the sword, it would be impossible.